纣王要看比干的心，于是比干就给他看了。心活蹦乱跳地供人观赏着，只有他独自回了家，别有心情。比干死前那几分钟，在想些什么呢？

人心，是怎样一个深不见底的瓶子哦！

爱着Sting的一词一句，越是这样爱着，越是不知如何让疲倦的双手为他画出一幅畅快写意。

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect

跟随着追逐名利的洪流，只为了寻找一个答案。

一段深思着的SOLO忽然将我包围，禁不住整个没入心底处那最静寂的细沙上，躺在黑沉沉的海洋中，聆听着自己的呼吸，潮水起伏低吟。无星也无月，无梦也无情，只是抱紧自己的心，默默数着她的跳动，阅读着她平缓而温柔的林林总总，随波逐流。

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometery of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

黑夜给了我黑色的眼睛，我用她来阅读每一颗黑夜的心情。

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

霓虹灯狂舞的街口，寻欢的车辆相互追逐着，不知疲倦。隔着玻璃窗，静静看着热闹的城市在面前闪耀欢腾，却听不到一丁点喧闹的细节。只听到CPU孜孜不倦地运转着，轻轻抚摩着夜的黑色长发。

转过身来是白天，翻过身去是黑夜。

游刃有余。

天天如此，年年如是。说不上轻松，谈不上沉重，就这样活着，不为什么，只是相信往前走去，就是最美好的时光。

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conseal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

繁华褪去的颜色总是带着种别样的浓重，如隔夜的露华还带着行人遗失的心事重重。我也常常迷失在这灯红酒绿中，茫然而泣，踯躅一隅。

暗黄的灯下，点一根烟，喝一杯酒，握住的纸牌洒落一地，有红心，有方块，梅花，黑桃……但那些浮浮沉沉的所谓往事啊，不过是别人口中消闲的话题而已。那些零碎谈资，无所谓保存的意义，挥手一扬，尽成星星水点，散落了无痕迹。

在我的心中，盛满了的，是另一种追寻，另一种倔强的孤独与坚持。

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that the diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape,shape of my heart

海的语言是无数的疑问，天空的语言却是无尽的沉默。

人世间那弱小的漂泊者啊，在风雨中跌倒又再爬起，裹紧无力保暖的寒衣，继续前行的脚步。白天唱着快乐的歌儿，夜晚举起探索的火把。一次又一次，我以为难以为继，可一次又一次，我又因为坚持了多一分钟，而回到你身边，把爱抱紧。

And if i told you that i loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask i wear is one

关于故事，或者评论，那不过是别人传说中的角色而已。真实的我，独自站在这楼顶，隔着玻璃窗，静静看着人们在喧嚣中寻欢作乐，追名逐利，纵情声色。

这不是很好吗？

当你来到我身边，和我一同凝望窗外那陌生而又熟悉的滚滚尘世，漆黑的夜空中，那颗明亮的行星，忽然走出了云层的包围。戴上面具，我们堕入浮世的喧哗中，尽情挥霍生命。那样地投入，只是为了更决绝的出走。

Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
Are those who fear a lost

面具背后，是天真，还是落寞，亦或是猜忌？站在真相面前，面具不过是舞会的点缀而已。好好地爱我吧，无论是否在一起，是否相濡以沫。我们的心，不需要拼命进食才能取暖。那些寂寞的句子，在崎岖的山路上，不堪一击。只好散作凌乱的露珠，消散在日出的晨曦中。不变的，无意掩饰的，还是我，还是我那颗无所畏惧的心，坦然如故。

天涯，海角，明月。游子独行，拥着爱的思念走远。

绕着这颗行星，往东走去，一直走到尽头，那便是我们开始的起点。回到起点的那一刻，我们仍将看到最熟悉的日出，伴随着彼此最熟悉的心跳，徐徐暖尽大地每个角落。

千古豪门贵善辞，蛾眉何事反趋之？只因深信尼山语，磨不磷兮涅不淄。

And as you know, that's not the shape of my heart …...

2006年2月25日子夜，米郑

 

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Shape of My Heart是电影《这个杀手不太冷》的主题曲。

冷酷的杀手和12岁的孤女的爱情。这个电影不要说没看过吧！没看过的话就去租张碟看看，杀手是著名的大情圣喔，带着成熟男人的温柔与深沉魅力，小姑娘很美丽（当年让我很惊艳），现在已经长大了，依旧美丽。。。

演唱：Sting 专辑：Ten Summoner’s Tales 发行：1993年03月

Shape Of My Heart
Sting
(Ten Summoner's Tales)

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He done play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Well those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart